Playful Concubine: The President is personally favored

Chapter 342 Young Master Ling teases you, nothing wrong

Ji Youyou blushed, and took a step back, opening the distance between the two of them.

"Young Master Ling, it's better to pay attention to your image in public."

"This is my image."

Taishu's domineering tone was full of hormones, which made Ji Youyou's heart tighten.

Just as an ominous premonition emerged, a mint smell immediately lingered on the tip of his nose, which was refreshing and clean.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, and her silver hair flashed in front of her eyes, shining silver against the light.

Taishu Ling's lips came to her ear again, exhaling warmly.

An ambiguous atmosphere diffused between the two, with pink bubbles.

Ji Youyou only felt that her heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of her chest, which made her throb.

At this time, she was no longer flustered, but unusually calm.

She sniffed hard, her brows furrowed.

The taste seems wrong.

Ji Youyou lowered her head, and took the initiative to approach Taishu Ling, smelling his hair, his neck, and his clothes.

The more he heard it, the more puzzled Ji Youyou became.

She raised her head, her whole body was on guard, her eyes were as sharp as a blade: "Who are you?"

Taishu Ling's smile was still charming, but there was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.

This damned woman actually asked who he was?

Ji Youyou looked at the coldness in Taishu Ling's eyes, and became even more puzzled.

This look, this smile, are so familiar.

However, Taishu Ling smelled wrong.

It was not a taste she was familiar with.

The sharpness in Ji Youyou's eyes faded, replaced by deep doubts: "You don't smell right."

She is like a confused child, which makes people feel sorry for her.

Uncle Ling was taken aback.

Suddenly, he smiled, very proudly.

A person's soul has a unique smell.

Just like, Ji Youyou's soul exudes the smell of jasmine.

But not everyone can smell the aroma of the soul.

Ji Youyou's exercises cultivate one's soul.

Therefore, she has a very keen sense of smell for the fragrance of the soul.

Could it be that the taste of his soul has changed, which is why Ji Youyou asked such questions?
Uncle Ling raised his eyebrows, rubbing against Ji Youyou's unnoticed kung fu, he hugged Ji Youyou's hand a little tighter: "What's wrong?"

Ji Youyou frowned, recalling: "Tobacco, bloody, dark."

Three words quickly popped out of Ji Youyou's mouth, and Tai Shu Ling admired each of them accurately.

Speaking of this, Ji Youyou sniffed again uncertainly, "The smell of tobacco is gone. It's cool, clean, and minty.

As Ji Youyou said, he took another deep breath enjoying himself: "Your smell is very good."

Uncle Ling smiled triumphantly, his evil eyes were shining brightly.

"If you like it, I can make you smell forever."

Ji Youyou 囧!

Although Taishu Ling said this with a very expressive expression, no matter how you listen to it, it feels a little abnormal?

Who is okay to pick on someone and keep smelling the smell of others?
It also smells old!

She doesn't have this habit.

Uncle Ling chuckled, not paying attention to Ji Youyou's white eyes.

"I quit smoking."

"what?"

Uncle Ling's sudden announcement made Ji Youyou puzzled, and he couldn't react for a while.

"You don't like the smell of cigarettes, so I quit smoking."

What he said was taken for granted, as if he was talking about an innocuous matter.

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